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tomorrow my sister goes in for her first day of chemotherapy.
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Currently I have a few hundred people talking about me across the country. And in the middle of all of it, I am being celebrated by one group and demonized by another, and both of these groups intersect, and all of it is me being my usual self. Strangely enough, no matter how loud all of this gets, I am shaking my head over all of it, because while I can get about a hundred people talking about me for a thousand miles, I can't sell a coffee mug to feed my kid.

And over all of it, our country is falling apart but I'm a worry.
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This afternoon the man who raised me for the first half of my life passed away, after a lengthy and painful battle with Hodgekin's Lymphoma.

He died screaming.

Thomas David Thompson, 1955-2012.

May you now find the peace you never knew.
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Yesterday I was informed that my child will be born with Tricuspid Atresia, a single ventricle malformation of the heart that's going to require multiple surgery over the first few years of its life. Their life quality will be impacted.

Our child is high risk, and will be born directly into an Infant Intensive Care Unit.
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Being as I'm kind of a momma's boy, I did my usual good thing and called her today.

She had absolutely no idea what I'd been up to for the past few weeks in regards to my college stuff.

She said I gave her one of the best mother's day gifts she's ever gotten, knowing that I'm making a real future for myself.
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Found out early this morning that my favourite uncle died. I can't find his obit.

He's "the uncle". The year was 1988. Gave me my first beer (PBR), handed me my first Playboy (LaToya Jackson) right off the rack.

I remember that night being so crisp and clear that the glowing ring around the moon practically touched the horizon. The smell of a wood burning stove always brings me back to that farm out in Pennsylvania.

I wouldn't be quiet the artist I am today if it wasn't for two books on his shelf. The Whole Earth Catalogue, and The Pin-Up Book. Both of them influenced me greatly, to the point I can still feel it today.

I don't think I've even seen him in 20 years. But I always think about him, just for a moment, every time I crack open a cold can of Pabst.

He died last year due to cancer, leaving behind two daughters and a wife. I didn't find out until this morning, due to... circumstances I don't feel a need to get into.

RIP Bob. Next beer's for you.

November 2016



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